Horse Pee

That was when the horse started to pee. Instead of continuing the four-hour journey up the mountain with my sister and I on its back, it abruptly stopped and took its own break. After it finished, it shook a little, and then continued trotting, the hoofs musically tapping upon every stair, every rock, and every area of dirt-ridden road. The first time we passed a tree, my sister yelled at me to duck, but I was so immersed in the stunning colors of the gift shops we passed that I was completely oblivious to her warning. As a result, for the remainder of the trip, I was stuck with a long abrasion on my cheek from that dreaded branch that I failed to see. Life got even better when our horse decided it would be fun to walk right up to the fence that enclosed the end of the mountain and continue walking along it, which gave my sister and me scratches on our legs.
As the day got darker, we got closer and closer to our destination. Upon reaching the top, I was bombarded by a large crowd of people who were anxiously waiting for the temple to open. My family and I spent two hours cramped amongst the sea of people. When the doors opened, everyone suddenly became honeybees attracted the bright flowers of spring. One by one, we entered the cave that held our Goddess, Vaishno Devi’s statue. When it was my turn, I was pushed into the cave by a mob of people, almost slipped on the slightly wet floor, and in a matter of seconds my precious moments of being close to Vaishno Devi were over.
After a good hour and a half, I noticed that the horse was slightly waddling, and when I looked down, it broke my heart to see that there was a nail stuck in its poor hoof. Yet, the horse kept walking. I kept this thought in mind,

Finally, we reached the top of the mountain, coming to the end of our journey up the mountain, but to the beginning of the true experience of the pilgrimage. This horse inspired me to realize that no matter what; you have to keep walking, even if there’s a nail